The Nuts of Knowledge

George William Russell
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Title: The Nuts of Knowledge
Lyrical Poems New and Old
Author: George William Russell
Release Date: August 29, 2005 [EBook #16616]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
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THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE, LYRICAL
POEMS OLD AND NEW BY A.E.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue?The Nuts of Knowledge?Immortality?The Hermit?The Great Breath?The Divine Vision?The Burning Glass?A Vision of Beauty?Rest?The Earth Breath?Divine Visitation?The Master Singer?Aphrodite?Illusion?Babylon?Alter Ego?Krishna?Symbolism?Sung on a By-Way?The Hunter?The Vision of Love?A Call of the Sidhe?Janus?The Grey Eros?The Memory of Earth?By the Margin of the Great Deep?Three Counsellors,?Desire?The Place of Rest?Sacrifice?Reconciliation?Epilogue
The Manager of the Dun Emer Press has to thank Mr. John Lane for permission to reprint ten poems from Homeward Songs By The Way, and ten from The Earth Breath.
FOR BRIAN WHEN HE IS GROWN UP THIS HANDFUL OF THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE I HAVE GATHERED ON THE SECRET STREAMS.
I thought, beloved, to have brought to you?A gift of quietness and ease and peace,?Cooling your brow as with the mystic dew?Dropping from twilight trees.
Homeward I go not yet; the darkness grows;?Not mine the voice to still with peace divine:?From the first fount the stream of quiet flows?Through other hearts than mine.
Yet of my night I give to you the stars,?And of my sorrow here the sweetest gains,?And out of hell, beyond its iron bars,?My scorn of all its pains.
THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE
A cabin on the mountain side hid in a grassy nook?Where door and windows open wide that friendly stars may look. The rabbit shy can patter in, the winds may enter free, Who throng around the mountain throne in living ecstasy.
And when the sun sets dimmed in eve and purple fills the air, I think the sacred Hazel Tree is dropping berries there From starry fruitage waved aloft where Connla's Well o'erflows; For sure the enchanted waters pour through every wind that blows.
I think when night towers up aloft and shakes the trembling dew How every high and lonely thought that thrills my being through Is but a ruddy berry dropped down through the purple air, And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere.
IMMORTALITY
We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return?If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire, As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn.
Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days: Surely here is soul: with it we have eternal breath:?In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways,?By unnumbered ways of dream to death.
THE HERMIT
Now the quietude of earth?Nestles deep my heart within;?Friendships new and strange have birth?Since I left the city's din.
Here the tempest stays its guile,?Like a big kind brother plays,?Romps and pauses here awhile?From its immemorial ways.
Now the silver light of dawn?Slipping through the leaves that fleck?My one window, hurries on,?Throws its arms around my neck.
Darkness to my doorway hies,?Lays her chin upon the roof,?And her burning seraph eyes?Now no longer keep aloof.
Here the ancient mystery?Holds its hands out day by day,?Takes a chair and croons with me?By my cabin built of clay.
When the dusky shadow flits,?By the chimney nook I see?Where the old enchanter sits,?Smiles, and waves, and beckons me.
THE GREAT BREATH
Its edges foamed with amethyst and rose,?Withers once more the old blue flower of day:?There where the ether like a diamond glows?Its petals fade away.
A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air;?Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows;?The great deep thrills for through it everywhere?The breath of beauty blows.
I saw how all the trembling ages past,?Moulded to her by deep and deeper breath,?Neared to the hour when Beauty breathes her last?And knows herself in death.
THE DIVINE VISION
This mood hath known all beauty for it sees?O'erwhelmed majesties?In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold?On brows no longer bold,?And through the shadowy terrors of their hell?The love for which they fell,?And how desire which cast them in the deep?Called God too from his sleep.?O, pity, only seer, who looking through?A heart melted like dew,?Seest the long perished in the present thus,?For ever dwell in us.?Whatever time thy golden eyelids ope?They travel to a hope;?Not only backward from
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